Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Neu!,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.